Sunday, September 2, 2012

My Fake Fairytale

What I'm about to tell you, is a legend lost to time. The only people aware of it's existence are the people who are forced in it's tale.
"Long before the Mayflower a Native American god and goddess fell in love.
Their fellow gods told them their love was forbidden, they were we'd to mortals, but their children would be given a gift. A year later, both bore children
The god had a son, he had a dark gift. He could shift into a large being made out of black smoke. His gift was created by his father's rage from leaving his love. The son was named Black Smoke.
The goddess had a girl, she had a much anger as the god but the moment she looked into her newborn daughter's light brown eyes, the anger vanished. She could turn into a white smoked being, her kindness caused even the hardest heart to melt. Her name was White Smoke.
Many years later the two children met. The fell in love as their parents had and were wed. A year later they had a girl of their own, her name? Gray Smoke.
When the child was a month old, the god's rage was too much for the son to take anymore. He destroyed the village his family lived in, his wife and daughter went with it.
The goddess cursed him, his wife would life in the sky he would no longer be able to touch and his daughter would be in the fire he used to destroy.
The god blessed his son after seeing what his anger caused. He refused to see his son suffer the same fate he had.
Black Smoke would relive his life until White Smoke and Gray Smoke didn't die by his hand."
It is unknown how many lives have been lived since that day but it is known that they have all been failures.
I hope in their next life the make it.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

The Cloak

I awoke from my sleep to find my arms restrained along with my legs. I struggled to remember what happened moments before but nothing came to mind. My bonds were beginning to leave marks on my arms, I tried to remove them when I heard a small laugh come from the darkness. The voice was feminine and I felt as though I had heard it before
"Hello? Are you alright?" I asked aimlessly. More laughter. The culprit walked forward and saw what I thought was only a dream. The blood red cloak belonging to my dead mother was covering the woman who'd chained me here.
"Hello Celeste. I believe you slept well." Her voice was serious, the joy was gone as was the laughter.
"Who are you?" I asked. She chuckled at me, CHUCKLED!
"Why would I tell you? You are in no position to be making threats." She said, her voice slightly filled with laughter. I felt fire burst from my hands and move towards her. She swiftly put it out with air and moved towards me. "Exactly what I mean." She chuckled again and waved her hand towards me. I turned my head fearing she was castings death spell on me or was about to burn me alive. Nothing happened.
"If you're going to kill me to it already!" I demanded. She held her hand on the edge of the cloak and kept on laughing.
"I'm sorry, I can't keep it in anymore." " The girl lifted the cloak off her head and I gasped.
She looked liked Peter. His burnt brown hair but not his eyes, they had his spark though. She had his beautiful pointed ears but something about her wasn't like him.
A thought came to me.
"Who gave you that cloak!" I yelled. She stepped back, shocked.
"My mother gave my this cloak, she said it belonged to her mother, and her mother's mother, and so on." That was what my aunt told me. The cloak was passed down from generation to generation. It would've gone up me it it disappeared after my mother died.
"You must want to kill me right now but let me explain." How could I? She just claimed she was given this cloak by her mother.
"How old are you?"
"I am 15 years old." She was quiet for a moment, she giggled slightly before continuing, "My name is Taylor and i am daughter to the high king Peter and his wife," Her eyes met mine, she sensed my pain about hearing him married, but the wedding wasn't for three the weeks. "Savior to our country, Celeste Faragon, from the Shapeshifting Realm."
I fainted.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter

Happy Easter everybody! Having creamed corn later and couldn't be happier!!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

5 Plots

1. A man’s wife goes missing and the only proof of this is blonde hair sent to him by his life-long enemy, he must go back to when he meet her in high school to try and save her, before it’s too late.
2. A man suddenly wakes up in an alley with no memory at all and a girl with blonde hair and deep blue eyes is helping him remember.
3. A girl has been locked in an insane asylum for 3 years ever since her car accident, she claims that the girl with blonde hair and deep blue eyes is in danger and only she can save her.
4. The blonde girl from the previous 2 stories is a Story Goer; they can go in and out of books and change them. She’s stuck in one and she’s a stalker newest target, she only has three days to get out and her only hope is the main character of the story.
5. Amelia is on a 4-day cruise with her family to get her mind off the past few months, she then finds a girl that looks just like her, and the girl claims Amelia shouldn’t exist as she and her family are her storybook characters and she only started writing them a year ago. Things get worse when an old friend of Amelia’s comes back for revenge, can Amelia last all four days?

Monday, February 6, 2012

Lathan Scott

I have three brothers, the youngest is Lathan Scott. He is turning 3 in 53 days (March 31st) and my mother and I thought it would be good if we thought it would be fun to go to Chuck E. Cheese with a few friends of his. My brother loved CEC last time we went, mainly because it had Sprite and pizza. The next time it’ll have his friends, birthday present and a cake. He might be scared of Chuck E. though, he doesn’t like things that big walking towards him. This picture proves it. We hope he’ll have a good time and not repeat this.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Election Season

I have learned that if your name is on the ballot and you drop out then your name cannot be removed from the ballot. When a Republican wins in SC then there is a huge chance they become the nominee. There are only 4 candidates still running, many quit due to low funding, low votes, or God told them to. Super PACs Leaders cannot coordinate with candidates by law. Candidates run attack ads on others who they believe are gaining the public vote.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Sewing Class

Today was a special sewing class. The machine broke and I had to finish the shirt by hand but my baby brother loves it which made all my hard work worth it